The war continued to drag on far longer than I had expected. It seemed that whenever good news came, it was followed by double the bad news. Somewhere, I knew it would happen; this war… it was meant to be long, to drag on, and to draw out the strength of the villages to their limits. Leaving them all hurting, a war that brought no benefit to any side. It was that kind of war.
Over the last three years, the war has continued. Every day brought more deaths, more losses—and what for? For nothing.
In the end, the lines would remain. Nothing was gained, only lost. It became a war about seeing who lost the most—the most pointless war of all.
Everyone was too stubborn to end it at this point. Surely everyone could see that winning was impossible, and no side had enough strength to truly achieve victory.
If someone attacked Konoha's lines, their own lines against another village would be attacked. Then they would attack Konoha, and someone else… everyone was fighting everyone.
Why were Suna and Kiri at war? Who knows? Kiri had nothing to gain from it—it was just about making sure everyone lost.
A truly pointless war.
As it dragged on, everyone grew tired. It was as if everyone suddenly became a Nara: dragging their feet, unwilling to stand up, unwilling to move… just tired, spent. Yet the war kept going, and kids straight from the Academy were sent to the frontlines, filling up numbers, covering for all the dead, because… so many had died.
I mainly stayed around Konoha during these past few years, only doing missions nearby, rarely spending more than a week away. This allowed me to see the true scale of the deaths. I saw parents and families cry as their sons and daughters, their fathers, mothers, and partners returned home dead. I was there as name after name was carved on the monument of fallen heroes.
Still, despite the deaths and the dark cloud of depression hanging over the village, there were also happy things happening, because life went on.
I missed the day Mikoto gave birth—I was out on a mission—but I did manage to see her child, little Itachi, when he was only a few days old. The birth of a child, a son, should be a happy thing, and it was. His parents were so pleased. All of the Uchiha clan was happy; Mikoto's friends all came forth to congratulate her, telling her how jealous they were of the cute baby.
Yet I couldn't share in their joy, because… I knew that the cute little boy, walking around, always following his mother close… I knew what he would one day do. Every child is born innocent, but it was hard to separate him from what he would do in the future.
Ten years… In ten years, he would turn his blade on his clan, on his family, on the people who held him tenderly, who played with him. He would cut them down one by one. I admit, as I looked at him many times, I struggled—struggled not to act.
Some people might claim that he was some kind of hero, but there was nothing—absolutely nothing—heroic about what he did. It was genocide, plain and simple.
Still, despite his young age, I admit he was rather advanced. Able to talk from a young age, already out playing shinobi with other kids, and often beating those older than him—the pride of his parents.
A sudden shift in the air beside me brought me out of my thoughts. I narrowed my eyes and quickly body-flickered away, moving off the main road I had been walking down and into a small alley. She disappeared like a blur, just before another blur showed up next to where she had stood before—but it disappeared again before anyone could get a clear sight of what it was.
Yuki, however, wasn't anyone. She was the strongest kunoichi of the Hyūga clan, with the most powerful Byakugan, trained to deal with other threats at her level. So she easily saw what it was.
And the same feeling appeared again. This time, however, she didn't move.
"Yuki!" Koji wasted no time pushing her against the wall and instantly kissing her deeply, his hands roaming her body, feeling her curves.
"Damn, I wish I had more hands so I could touch you more," he said as the kiss broke—one hand between my legs, the other squeezing my breast.
"You act like you haven't used the Shadow Clone Jutsu for such things before," I said, licking my lips.
"It's not the same!" he whined like a kid. "There, I don't feel all the softness. And when the clone pops and I get the memories, it just makes me horny again and want to go again!"
"You did go again. If Tsume hadn't covered for us, the Hyūga clan would have sent someone to investigate why I was gone for so long," I reminded him.
Yet he was impossible; no matter what you said, he would only hear what he wanted to hear.
"Hehe, but you loved it. And it's been so long since we got to go for that long. I miss those days. I can't wait for the next time we get a mission together," he said with a goofy grin, his fingers rubbing over my panties.
All I could do was sigh. "Koji, I only just came back from a mission. I would like to get back home and rest."
"Oh, I know you just came back. I can smell it on you—your scent is so strong… and not tainted by that bastard Hiashi." He growled as he licked my neck, lightly nibbling on it.
"Careful, Koji!" I lightly pushed his chest. "I'm going back home after this. What will they say if they see all your marks on me?" I asked.
And, as expected, he instantly bit into my shoulder, his teeth leaving deep marks in my skin as he marked me up, his tongue tracing the outline of his teeth.
"They'll know who you belong to, my little bitch," he growled deeply, drawing a moan from me when his fingers slipped under my panties and sank into my wetness.
I just rolled my eyes. With a grin on my face, I opened my mouth.
"Woof."
That was all it took. He grinned even wider and reached into his pocket, pulling out a collar and leash.
"That's what I wanted to hear."
…
Three hours later, I was still in the alley, on my back, hidden behind a dumpster with him deep in my throat, swallowing the last of his load. I couldn't do anything but remain there, his balls draped over my face as he sat over my head, moaning his way through his sixth climax.
I had to wait more than ten minutes before he was satisfied with me sucking him clean, before finally getting off me.
"Damn, your throat is amazing, Yuki," he said as he slapped his saliva-covered dick across my face again.
"With how often you use it, you can take partial credit at this point," I groaned, my throat sore after his rough use.
"Damn right. All that work, only for that bastard Hiashi to enjoy it as well. But I bet he has no idea that when you return home every time, it's filled with my seed," he said, sounding far too proud over something so stupid.
"Stupid mutt, getting all worked up over nothing," I muttered—only to feel him tug at the leash.
"It's not nothing. It's my girl being with another guy. If he wasn't the clan heir, I'd have challenged him already." He pouted and took his frustration out on my face by rubbing himself all over it.
"I got another mission in three days, leaving in the afternoon. How about I stop by your place for lunch?" I asked.
He instantly froze. "You mean it? Really?" he asked, all excited.
"Yeah, just try to have food ready this time. If you do that, we'll have more time together." I kissed his cock, which instantly grew excited again, recovering its full strength.
"I did that myself, didn't I?" I sighed, knowing what was coming.
"Oh, you bet. So be a good girl and open up wide." Koji grinned, pushing his tip against my lips.
…
"Fuck, Koji, did you have to fill every hole again?" I said as he pulled out of my ass half an hour later.
"I can't help it, you're just way too sexy. Now be a good girl and use your throat one more time." He tugged the leash again.
"Really? Why do you always want me to do that right after fucking my ass? You know I don't even do stuff like that for Hiashi." I complained as I turned to face him.
Thanks to ninjutsu, his cock was clean—well, covered in his semen, but nothing else—since the technique made anal sex clean and safe. But still, it felt dirty.
"Why do you think I want it? Because I know it's something you won't do for him. So come on, suck my dick. Clean it real good." He slapped it against the side of my face in eagerness.
Rolling my eyes, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the tip, cleaning the last bit of semen off before slowly taking him into my mouth.
By now, I was no stranger to how he tasted, the size of him, how deep he could go, how far I could take him.
It took a while, but finally, after nearly ten minutes, I felt him cumming again, filling my mouth with his load.
I had to admit, Koji's stamina was beyond impressive. This was the tenth load in the past four hours. Compared to Hiashi, who never lasted more than three rounds, it was more than a little noticeable.
Of course, there were downsides to his stamina, but his constant desire for more was something I had gotten used to. I kept him in my mouth, just resting there, slowly sucking on him. I knew he liked that—he always wanted me to keep him inside my throat for at least five minutes. If I pulled out too soon, he would instantly go for another round.
It had taken me a while to figure that out. Many, many times I had ended up going those extra few rounds before I learned the trick. I figured it was a dog thing; they knotted their partners, so this was his way of doing the same.
Once the five-minute mark passed, I slowly, over the course of another minute, slid him out of my throat, sucking my saliva off as I let him go.
"You're one demanding boyfriend, aren't you?"
"But you love it, don't lie. If you didn't, you wouldn't keep letting me do all the things I want."
He was right. If I really hated it, I could have just told him no. But if I was honest, I did enjoy a lot of it. It was the best thing about our relationship.
Honestly, my love life was the highlight of the past few years. Hiashi was soft, and I pretty much had to take the lead there. It wasn't that he couldn't be in control, but I had to guide him, and it was fun—I enjoyed it.
With Koji, it was different. He was in charge, always in control. It was a nice change of pace.
With the war, everyone needed ways to deal with the stress, and sex… sex was amazing for that.
"That's enough for today. Remember, have food ready in three days." I quickly got dressed, letting him remove the collar from my neck—another little quirk of his. He loved seeing me put it on, and being the one to take it off himself.
Guys. Such idiots. All of them.
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